1. Wherein Petrarch Confesses His Folly -
WHEREIN PETRARCH CONFESSES HIS FOLLY
O ye that hear in vagrant rhymes the sighing
On which the headlong heart of youth went feeding,
When, still unseasoned, still at folly's leading
I turned from fears in sudden terror flying
To hopes whose glitter proved no less a lying —
As variously related for your reading —
If ever from Love's arrow ye fled bleeding,
Pity, and pardon me this anguished crying!
But well I know how I must walk derided,
A jest, a syllable in tavern chatter;
By self-reproach my self-deceit goes chided,
And shame is all the fruit my follies scatter —
Shame and a sense of pleasures that have glided
Like ghosts in a dream too trivial to matter.
O ye that hear in vagrant rhymes the sighing
On which the headlong heart of youth went feeding,
When, still unseasoned, still at folly's leading
I turned from fears in sudden terror flying
To hopes whose glitter proved no less a lying —
As variously related for your reading —
If ever from Love's arrow ye fled bleeding,
Pity, and pardon me this anguished crying!
But well I know how I must walk derided,
A jest, a syllable in tavern chatter;
By self-reproach my self-deceit goes chided,
And shame is all the fruit my follies scatter —
Shame and a sense of pleasures that have glided
Like ghosts in a dream too trivial to matter.
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